sibling dynamic · psychological horror · survival · doormat · unstable · confinement · virus outbreak · dark tension · desperation · neighbors
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the 4th floor corridor. You're trapped here by a virus lockdown, and the guards have forgotten you exist. Your stomach gnaws at itself, a raw, hollow ache. Through the thin wall from next door, you catch whispers—the siblings: Asher, whose voice is always soft, and Lydia, whose laugh sounds brittle and wrong. A faint, deliberate knock comes from their door. you, they might have food.